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🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Interrupting my musings for someone else’s art.
I had ordered some Stephanie PM Law’s fantastic art prints, and they finally arrived.
There’s a special joy with succeeding in trying to forget what you ordered. My heart is soaring 🪽

You can find her here on @spmlaw.bsky.social 🥰✨ 🐺🐦‍🔥

February 6, 2026 at 6:37 PM

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ⴽⴰⵔⵉⵎⴰ [karima]

@koelh.bsky.social

the moon
poured down
a light so bright
it s l i p p e d
into the heart—

vision
widening,
air pressing close
against bodies filmed in dew

the night breeze
caressing the skin
until their lips taste
the scent
of spring

#writing #poetry

February 1, 2026 at 7:44 PM

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Ann Tigone

@anntigone.bsky.social

He couldn't be found there
in the depths of my dream,
though I searched
and searched for him

yet I knew he
was hidden somewhere,
just past the place
where my hands
could touch

then I awoke
and he wasn't
there either

he was nowhere—

nowhere at all
that I
could reach him.

#FromOneLine 404

February 2, 2026 at 10:00 AM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Back to the night sky 🌌
Do you have a favourite constellation, or planet?

It’s an hour past my bed time, but this flash wanted to happen.

#vss365 #lambent #WIPSnips #except

She was leaning against the stonewall, gaze sliding slowly from one lambent light in the night sky to the other. Some of them seemed particularly bright tonight, while others seemed to blink in and out of her awareness, like ideas that were not given enough attention to form into being. Her body felt heavy with the burden of a day spent swimming in the surfaces of others, the weight of her accumulated smiles pulling her down to the earth. Wish I could just sink back into the stone, she thought. She sighed, giving some of that weight to the air around her.
She rolled her head, looking back up at the gibbous moon. So beautiful you are, she smiled, weightlessly, I missed you.
The very moment she blinked, a shadow beside her detached from the rocks, and shaped itself into someone familiar.
“Good evening,” he said, stepping up next to her.
She closed her eyes, inhaling his presence. It’s as if he listened. “Good evening,” she replied, smiling still. She felt him lean next to her, imitating her posture, filling the cracks of her being with his.
“You’ve been thinking about something.”
She opened her eyes, finding him playing with a flat stone between his fingers.
“Hmm,” she made. Always something in those hands to distract me with. “What I’ve been thinking about?”
“Mmhm.”
She laughed, softly, looking back up at the moon. What indeed. “Well, you know… you know how we always talk about the moon…”
“We do?”
“No, I mean, we, us people. We talk about the moon … and the sun… as if it’s their particular energies we seek out in others.” She gestured, feeling a little lost with her words, like she could not properly get them out the way she wanted to. “You know, like, ‘oh you are my sun, warming my days with your smiles’ and ‘oh and you are my moon, beautiful and mysterious, I get lost in your eyes’, that kind of thing.”

He laughed. “Yes, I see. I’m with you.” Not losing a second, he added, “what am I?” He grinned at her, flicking the little pebble up into the air. Caught off-guard, she fixated on it, watching it spin and be caught by his hand. Caught me. He always does. There was a smile in her eyes, but she kept it from bursting into a laugh, caught it with her lips and swallowed it.
“I always thought you were most like the moon,” she said softly. “But I realise now that’s not right.”
He arched up an eyebrow. “It is not?”
“I mean…”, her hands folded and unfolded, “I don’t know, it might be, and I love the moon, oh so, so much—”
Now both his eyebrows arched up. “You love me?”
A searing flash of lightning struck her core. Holy fuck, abort mission. “Fuck, no! No no, not what I meant,” she stammered, blushing furiously.
“Except you just said—”
“No!” She clenched her jaw, staring at him as menacingly as she could muster. Goddamn fiend.
He rolled his eyes chuckling, and shrugged. “Fine. Continue. So, I am not the moon?”
She froze. Wait. I think what I meant to say is so much worse than calling him Moon
She cleared her throat. “Let’s for a moment assume correctly we are not at all talking about you, (stop looking at me like that) but just the way people think about the planets, and each other.”
He nodded slowly, as if to tell her he would indulge, but would not quite let it go
“Today I heard about this relationship between Jupiter and the Earth,” she looked up at the sky again. There he was, nestled between the stars of Gemini. “According to the story, apparently Jupiter has such a strong gravitational field, that it pulls meteors and debris towards it that otherwise would crash into the Earth, pulverising it.”
“Hmm.”
“Like he’s just there, taking all these big hits that would have absolutely destroyed Earth… and he does it just by being there. Just by being himself. Protecting Earth, for billions of years.”
His eyes lifted to hers, as if trying to record every micro expression.

“Like, all he does is being himself, taking hits for Earth, this massive, huge planet, it’s just like ‘Live, thrive, love, I will be here, shielding you from the worst. Just be alive. Fear nothing. I got you covered.’ That kind of thing.”
“Right,” he smiled, pushing off the wall, angling himself toward her. “And what did that make you feel?”
“Hah.” Stop doing that, or I’ll end up sinking into you. “I think I almost cried,” she mumbled. “I don’t know. It was so touching. Whether it’s truthful or not, I don’t know, but just the thought of it was… it resonated with something.” She touched her chest then, gnawing at her lip. No surface with you, only weightless depth. His warmth was filtering through her awareness, and she noticed he had move closer.
Slowly, she raised her gaze to meet his.
Heartbeats passed silently, as they stood, unmoving.
A gentle breeze cooled her warm cheeks, played with a strand of her hair, then let it fall back against her skin, softly. She could still feel that resonance inside her ribcage, slowly pulsating waves, pushing outwards like the tide. Gods, you are beautiful.
A sigh. A heartbeat.
An unbroken gaze.
“Can you be my Jupiter?” she whispered.
Touching two fingers to her chin, he smiled. “You know I already am.”
Lynn Peyo

February 5, 2026 at 10:20 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Good evening, poets.
It’s cold and icy up here in the north.

Here’s my crumble for today.
I took up a few ghosts.

#vss365 #ghost #WIPSnips #position
#emoetry #terrified #2wordprompt #fix #hunger

There’s ghosts on my lips, timid spectres, hid under veils of forbid memories.
They sway when the shadows step out to dance, under moonlit skies and rustling leaves.
Coaxed forth under a curious gaze, with soft smiles and softer hands they may flicker into being, for but a moment, seemingly tangible, before a word blowing into my ears like an autumn leave into a still pool, spooks them, and, terrified, they dissipate back into their position, between my mouth, and my heart.

February 4, 2026 at 7:37 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Tuesday, over here it is Tyr’s day, the greatest warrior of all the gods. Not the greatest in *strength*, but the greatest in how he was wise, and would sacrifice all to give strength to his people💫

What has given you strength?✨
And does it relate to your pain?

#vss365 #pain #WIPSnips #confident

“You’re quite confident in your pain.”
For a moment, she held his gaze, then laughed, rubbing her arms. “What do you mean?” she said. “That doesn’t even make sense.”
He shifted his weight as well as his gaze, letting it wander from her face to a couple of sparrows feeding in a tray outside. The soft rain pearled off their feathers, like uneasy moments from a smile. He did not rush to speak again. When he did, the sparrows had fluttered off, leaving the tray to a single robin, braving the water and the coming storm. His thoughts gathered with a deep breath, a shadow of smoke collecting a memory.
“You always second-guess choices, when they’re important. You never trust others, when they tell truths pulled even from the deepest part of their souls.”
She opened her mouth to protest, yet his eyes, quickly fixating her, made her change her mind.
“Only,” he continued, “when those truths are about you, or how you are seen, felt, loved, in their eyes.”
She was getting uncomfortable. “Where are you going with this?” she mumbled.
He sighed, softly, knowing that no matter in how many layers he would wrap his truth, she would always work harder to dismantle it. Sometimes aloud, sometimes only in the hush of her own echoing thoughts.
“You are fearful not when your strength is needed, but when others ask you to let go of it, and share your weight. You always doubt sincerity aimed at yourself, kindnesses you will not rely on, unless they are primarily for someone else, and the few times you have surrendered…” He paused, letting his breath go.

Something nauseating rolled in the pit of her stomach, like a cat that fell into a muddy pit with slippery walls. He did not want her to hurt, but it seemed inevitable. In order to know, she would have to burn. What he did want, was touch her, hold her, but the truth he unfolded was something with thorns, and holding her before she could see them for what they were, was murder.
Softly, he continued. “The few times you have surrendered in your love, you have let yourself get destroyed and unmade in ways that feel… irreparable. You burn, and you shatter, and you grieve, and you steep yourself in the deepest sorrows, and you do so with such devotion and abandonment, and you know your sorrows, you know your darkness, your death…”
She moved toward him, eyes wild, mirrors of memories almost forgotten, a hand raised as if to stop him, yet it was her who stopped short, with two fingertips before his lips.
If only she could know how much he wanted her to let him burn, with her. Gently, he whispered. “The only thing your are confident about, my love…” he leaned in, kissing her trembling fingertips, “… is your pain.”

Lynn Peyo

February 3, 2026 at 9:06 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

If I had a soul
I would give it all up for
One mem’ry with you

Yet the storm’s raging empty
When I thought I had plenty

#vss365 #soul #haiku #poetry #tanka

February 2, 2026 at 11:02 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

The latest SciFanSat issue is out!
It got rather icy this time 🧊
And two of my entries are featured! 🤩
Loved reading the other micro fictions, there’s something so thrilling in expressing a notion in just 100 words 🧟‍♀️
Loved this! 🥰✨💜

SciFanSat Magazine @scifansat.bsky.social · 7d

AVAILABLE NOW: The January issue of #SciFanSat Magazine is out! Enjoy thrills and chills aplenty with cool stories of Science Fiction, Fantasy, and More from the #SFF authors of today and tomorrow at scifansat.com!

Many thanks to all who contributed, and to our readers... just like you!

SciFanSat: The Monthly Magazine for Science Fiction, Fantasy and More!

January 31, 2026 at 10:45 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Good eve, my dear writers and poets 🖊️
One of my latest fictions, "He came with Thunder", is now ready to be read at WordPress✨ [3000 words]

Enjoy!

#amwriting #fiction

He came with Thunder

He came on a stormy night, when the earth felt hollow and the skies drank deep. I felt him on the edge of my awareness, like waves of thunder rolling over the mountain tops, crashing against each other, diving into the clouds, muffling themselves, muted, harmless, before erupting in mind-shattering clarity, growing louder with each heartbeat, counting the seconds between sound and vision, trying to figure out which direction this was coming from.

lynnpeyowrites.wordpress.com

January 29, 2026 at 10:36 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

He came with thunder. I miss him. The thunder, I miss the thunder 🌩️

The first few paragraphs of one of my shorts, in revision ✨

#vss365 #obfuscate #WIPSnips #formation #storm #amwriting #writersofbluesky

He came on a stormy night, when the earth felt hollow and the skies drank deep. I felt him on the edge of my awareness, like waves of thunder rolling over the mountain tops, crashing against each other in impossible formations, diving into the clouds, muffling themselves, muted, harmless, before erupting in mind-shattering clarity, growing louder with each obfuscated heartbeat I tried to listen, counting the seconds between sound and vision, trying to figure out which direction he was coming from.

There was no sound, at first.
No vision, either.
Only that sensation of a presence just out of reach.

I would sit, chin pressing down, shoulders tense, subtly turning my head from side to side, as if trying to echo locate the disruption, without making the disruption aware of my knowing it was there. Telling myself that surely, I must be making this up.

Yet despite my efforts to explain it away, the pressure would not leave.
Instead, the location of its presence became more precise.
A tingling sensation just behind my right ear.
A shiver running from my shoulder down my spine, then chasing its tail back up my neck in a line of raised hairs and an intensity that forced a soft sound from my lips.
I remember how very aware I suddenly became of my own heartbeat. Not that it beat any faster. Just that I could feel it, heavy, in my chest. Like an anchor, pulling me down, with my breath an opposite force, pulling me back up. Down, up, down, up. Down, down, up. Down, down, down, up, up, up.

January 29, 2026 at 7:47 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

I meant to write a #vss365 but somehow ended up with something that looks like a first chapter of something more.
Oops ✨
In other words, it paid off staying home sick with the flu today. I’m rather grateful.

Rest in comments🌧️

#quiver #WIPSnips #storm #commit #amwriting #fiction #fantasywriters

1/5
The tempest whipped around them like an angry snake, twigs cracking and smacking into trunks and underbrush. Pressing on in this weather had been a bad idea, she knew as much. They both had been rather aware of that, but with her pursuers at their heels, there was little they could have done different. It was either facing them, or the elements, and while he had been confident he ‘could take them all, no matter what they’d throw at them’, she had lacked any such certainty.
“You still sure this was the right decision?” he asked.
“No need to mock me.”
“I’m not mocking you. I’m simply asking.”
She wiped a wet strand of hair out of her face, to clear the line of sight for the maximum effect of her scowl. “Then what’s with that tone.”
“The tone,” he said, taking a deep breath, “is because if you haven’t noticed, it’s a little loud out here, and I would prefer you heard me when I speak.”
She wrinkled her nose. There it was again, that tone. But fine, ok, if he said there was not tone, there was to be no tone. No point arguing any more. Instead, she sighed, stepping over a tree trunk. “I don’t know about right decision, O’Callum, it just seemed the only feasible one.”
He was right next to her, edge of his midnight blue coat soaking wet. “I told you, I could have taken them on.”
She scoffed. “And what, killed them?”
“Yes,” he simply said. No emotion, not even a blink.
“At what cost, you injuring yourself?”
“Hardly”, he said, knocking away a branch that came dangerously close to her face, so perfectly timed, she wondered if he meant to make a point about his fighting skills.
“Uhuh. And then what, they’d just send out a courier and more will come. Besides, last time we checked, there were at least twelve men.”
“And like I said last time, not a problem.”

2/5

She raised her eyebrows instead of replying. She knew he was well trained, reflexes like a cat and all that, but he still was just a man, and men liked to brag. Plus, the others were not exactly fighters in diapers either, they had been expensive mercenaries. So, while his confidence might have had the intention to ensure her she was in good hands, her sense of rationality simply would not let her believe it. And she did not feel like creating a scene where she would find out.
She stepped around a rock and found purchase in a small puddle. Cussing, she pulled her foot back out. Somehow, there were many different kinds of ‘wet’, and the foot-in-puddle kind seemed so much worse than the soaked-in-a-rainstorm kind.
“At least they won’t believe for a second anyone would voluntarily go out in this weather.”
He grunted. “Well, you’re right about that for sure. Only fools.”
She shot him a sharp look. “You followed me. Makes you a fool, too.”
He shook his head. “I’m not disagreeing. I must be a fool. However, I swore to protect you, so what choice do I have if you set your frustrating mind to bracing the entirety of the weather gods at once.”
She groaned. “I’m not even sure these are the weather gods we’re facing. They stopped listening. I think they just sent their daemons and storm-hounds, this is way out of control.” It was not prayers she had offered, nor invocations, she had simply tried to make conversation, yet none of the gods she usually spoke to had replied in the past hour or so.
“Indeed,” he laughed dryly, “you might be right about this. The rain tastes different.”
She stopped in her tracks, hip quiver knocking against the back of her leg. “What do you mean, the rain tastes different?” While he was one of those people to say weird things at the oddest moments, she had learned to trust his senses. At least when it did not come to fighting a dozen men at once.
“You don’t taste it?”
She shook her head. “I’m not out here trying to drink the rain, O’Callum.”

3/5
He rolled his eyes. “I’m not drinking it.” He licked the corner of his mouth, coaxing a few drops inside. “Gallvra doesn’t taste like this usually.”
She cocked up another eyebrow. “You have tasted Gallvra personally?” She wanted to mock him, but his background was still so obscured to her, she could not rule out his personal involvement with the Goddess of Rain and Mist. While she did not believe he was involved with any of the gods, he had her fooled more than once previously, so she did not dare assume anything at this point.
“No,” he said slowly, as if weighing his words. There was a detail in his facial expression that, while she could not place it, made her highly alert to an underlying importance. “I am not in the habit of tasting her personally,” he continued, “but her… product, it tends to reflect her, and this is not the refreshing nourishment she usually showers the earth with, neither is it the slightly bitter aftertaste she expels after an argument or the return or absence of her children…” He was referring to the spirits of waters and lakes, known to travel back to the heavens during new moons. Some people would say the rains tasted slightly bitter then, as if Gallvra was mourning. “This, it tastes more… metallic.”
“Metallic?”
“Yes.” He looked at her calmly. As if waiting for a verdict, or for her to understand something she had had no opportunity to grasp yet.
“What do you mean, metallic?”
He looked around, then pulled her under a large oak tree. They were still getting wet, but at least it provided a little shelter from the wind. “Here,” he brushed his fingers against the rough bark, then put them against her lips. Surprised, she reared back.
“What…”
“Indulge me.” He kept his hand where it was, mid-air in front of her face.
Now, this was awkward. What was she supposed to do with that?

January 28, 2026 at 10:29 PM

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cubeyourenthusiasm.bsky.social

@cubeyourenthusiasm.bsky.social

She knew how to make him quiver…
a hush she laid over his storms.
Each poem a mirror
that bent its head, learned to blink.

He winced when she lifted the pen,
flinched at the sound
of himself being seen.

#vss365

January 28, 2026 at 9:48 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

How are my favourite misfits this weekend? I needed the time to fall back into myself ✨ Or slip, as it were.
Here’s one entry for you all.

#vss365 #slip #WIPSnips #bone #poetry #poetsofbluesky #amwriting #darkromance #vssmagic

You were always meant to be
the villain from the stormy sea
and I the fool to slip into
these stormling eyes that do
pierce my soul where it holds tight
to flame and darkness’ blazing light
I hold my heart so hard it aches
A gaze from you is all it takes
A touch now searing through my bones
clears out the sickness in their tones
My past is going up in flames
these are no lighthearted games
you pull me through the shadow seals
and push me into waters veiled
While I stand shaking, frozen fear
You don’t wipe, you kiss my tears
Taste my darkness, turn my fright
from frailty into boldest might
There’s warmth in this unholy ground
in in your shadow, I am found.

Lynn Peyo

January 25, 2026 at 1:11 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Is there magic in your everyday life?
While oft I wake up with it, at night I must trace it back to where it can be found again.

Here’s today’s (and yesterday’s – 2in1! nay 4in1?) prompted writ ✨

#vss365 #bend #unmoor #emoetry #dejected #emboldened
#poetry #poetsofbluesky #amwriting #vssmagic

You said that only I can open
that for which there is no key
dejected I lost hope and
thought that it just
could not be
even I cannot unseal
the thing that’s locked
inside this chest
You said
let me put it to the test
and smiled and brushed my hand
and with that touch
I felt the bars inside me bend
just a notch and yet
within your warm embrace
I was unmoored
On a path
that leaves no trace
you showed me a door
and in your steady gaze
I found a room that had no floor
Then, emboldened by our laced
hands I stepped
through what I believed
could never crack
Lynn Peyo

January 22, 2026 at 8:51 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

I was not quite done yet with writing about and through this past weekend, when I travelled to see my grandfather, whom I haven’t seen in many years, for presumably the very last time.
Not sure this counts as poetry. It is something written anyway✨

#vss365 #loom #poetry #poetsofbluesky #amwriting

paper thin skin, soft and bruised
hanging loosely on just the one side
the eyes still the same
inside of a husk that used to be a man
strong willed and full of opinions
now living from one breath to the other
one mucus filled cough to the next
cramping as they rage over him
followed by sobbing from emotions
of what was thought lost
holding his bloated hand
looking at the pale stripe
running from brow to mouth like a blaze

we're speaking of magic
things he has no words for
the genius of men creating symphonies
of opening doors and pulling things in
and memories fall from his lips
like teardrops on damp skin
'but are you happy', he asks
'i just want you to be happy', he says
and i squeeze his warm hand
'that, i am' i say, with truths i cannot explain
so i tell him with my eyes and my hands
with the black cat of death nestling up next to him
stars in its fur
an inevitability looming not far ahead
'i do not regret', he says, 'i cannot change what is'
and i am grateful i have received
this gift
of being able to say
goodbye
and thank you
one last time

Lynn Peyo

January 20, 2026 at 7:05 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

#vss365 #loom #emoetry #cautious

I’m bending the rules a bit with this one.
But when are we not? 🔮
In another book, perhaps.

#poetry #poetsofbluesky #amwriting

In another book
You’re a cautionary tale
Something left off the hook
Of a deep sea fishing boat
They warn about voices
That catch hearts in the dark
Forced into impossible choices
Between a drowning or a spark

You’re the looming storm
on a thundering horizon
Not cold and not warm
But a prickling sensation
Just under the skin
A long lasting creation
Claimed by sharp teeth
Tracing soft veins beneath

January 20, 2026 at 3:33 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

#emoetry #willfull #affectionate #bewildered
Three days in one? Challenge accepted ✨
#vss365 #veer
#vssmagic #poetsofbluesky

You left me bewildered in your storm
when that smile which you had worn
affectionately turned to dust
and crumbled under the weight of rust
I had trusted you as you had me
yet you had cut me so wilfully
with a knife I never saw
disguised as the smallest straw
veered with precision
and the fastest decision
a thunderclap
a small misstep
and I fell
under your spell

January 19, 2026 at 8:43 PM

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🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

You can’t blame the cat
When where today you had slept
A dream left you trapped

#haikufeels #blame #haiku

January 19, 2026 at 8:30 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Good day my poets and writers.
How is your Sunday?

I’ve had a strong, emotional weekend. I can’t but vent with writing.
Less fiction this time. More life.

#vss365 #murmur #WIPSnips #remain #writers #amwriting #writingcommunity

he says “this is the last time we see each other” as i rise
it is time
and I bow to my grandfather’s silken, thin skinned head
my hand leaves its post from his chest
where I have felt his drum for the very last
“i just want you to be happy”, he forces out between laboured breaths
“i am”
“don’t be sad”
“i am not”, i smile with tears streaming down my face
“i thank you” is the last i say
and we turn as he becomes a tear filled cough
and only the echo of a murmur remains
“i thank you”

Lynn Peyo

January 18, 2026 at 2:21 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Lord of the Drowned

won’t you fall into my waveswith no one left to savei’ll wrap you in the deepest depthin coral-laced, flowing shawls of deathi love you in your tragedyanother Herowaiting for the seato jump and drown herselffor loss of life,for love, despair and wounding strifemy arms are open,…

Lord of the Drowned

won’t you fall into my waveswith no one left to savei’ll wrap you in the deepest depthin coral-laced, flowing shawls of deathi love you in your tragedyanother Herowaiting for the seato jump and drown herselffor loss of life,for love, despair and wounding strifemy arms are open, gentle, warmmy waters will not do you harm…

lynnpeyowrites.wordpress.com

January 13, 2026 at 8:52 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Going with the little verses today.
#Haikufeels #deal
#WipSnips #climb
#vss365 #kooky

I see you climb brooms
So what’s your deal, kooky bitch?
Nah, I’m just a witch

January 11, 2026 at 7:41 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

Winter has come with its depths of snow.
I warmed my mind with other thoughts.
Come closer, I’ll hum you a symphony.

#vss365 #symphony #adorn
#WIPSnips #lock #canvas #poetry #amwriting

Your blood is a symphony
a dark, haunting melody
singing silence under your skin
like twilight fog chased by sin

Your eyes put oceans to shame
black pearls in seas of flame
adorned by thorns of thunder
a dark spell you put me under

Your lips so slow, so illicit
lock my soul on complicit
paint the canvas of my face
have me yearn for their embrace

Your magic is where I forsake
both breath and sanity, I wake
with aching tremors in my heart
you are a hellfire piece of art

January 8, 2026 at 5:35 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

What a majestic full moon this has been. Did you all bathe in the light?

Here is my entry for #vss365 #spooked #WIPSnips #low #amwriting #writersofbluesky

His voice was so low, he had me spooked before I even saw him.
Him with his glowing eyes, peering out from the dusky shadows enveloping him.
“You’re lost.”
He smelled like a feral animal, a predator lurking in the woods, stalking prey. Barely human.
Admitting failure, admitting weakness now seemed to me like admitting defeat. A death sentence in his world, I was sure of it. I puffed out my chest.
“I don’t think I am.”
A sound like rustling leaves came from his throat. He grew taller, darker. Like waves rolling over unfathomable depths.
“Nobody wanders so deep, and ever comes back.”
I took a deep, shaky breath. The wind touches his antlers, and sighed in passing, as if touching him was an act of reverence even for an element. Or an act of fear.
“Yet I am not lost,” I said. “I found you.”

January 6, 2026 at 9:51 PM

Reposted by 🦊LynnPeyo🐲

Chris Andrews

@chrisandprose.bsky.social

Today
I was spooked by the
Remnants of a dream
It’s subtle presence
Did not leave me
All day

As if
It’s beauty
Hidden, but awake
Could not wait
To take me
Again today
#vss365 #spooked

January 6, 2026 at 8:58 PM

🦊LynnPeyo🐲

@lynnpeyo.bsky.social

#vss365

Teach me open mouthed
about the things I dare not ask
lure me out from where I crouch
claws rip blindly at old masks
coiled up inside my ribcage
a wiped out redacted red page
mercy through your cruelty
i’m #clueless, kill the fool in me
awaken me to wisdom
from virtue blindly chosen

January 4, 2026 at 3:37 PM

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